Giving him her soft little hand, she began at once to talk of things farthest from her heart. She saw that she was deceiving Hilary, and this feather in the cap of her subtlety gave her pleasure. But her nerves fluttered at once when he said: "I want to speak to you, Cis.
You know that Stephen and I had a talk yesterday, I suppose?"Cecilia nodded.
"I have spoken to B.!"
"Oh!" Cecilia murmured. She longed to ask what Bianca had said, but did not dare, for Hilary had his armour on, the retired, ironical look he always wore when any subject was broached for which he was too sensitive.
She waited.
"The whole thing is distasteful to me," he said; "but I must do something for this child. I can't leave her completely in the lurch."Cecilia had an inspiration.
"Hilary," she said softly, "Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace is in the drawing-room. She was just speaking of the girl to Stephen. Won't you come in, and arrange with her quietly?"Hilary looked at his sister-in-law for a moment without speaking, then said:
"I draw the line there. No, thank you. I'll see this through myself."Cecilia fluttered out:
"Oh, but, Hilary, what do you mean?"
"I am going to put an end to it."
It needed all Cecilia's subtlety to hide her consternation. End to what? Did he mean that he and B. were going to separate?
"I won't have all this vulgar gossip about the poor girl. I shall go and find another room for her."Cecilia sighed with relief.
"Would you-would you like me to come too, Hilary?""It's very good of you," said Hilary dryly. "My actions appear to rouse suspicions."Cecilia blushed.
"Oh, that's absurd! Still, no one could think anything if I come with you. Hilary, have you thought that if she continues coming to Father---""I shall tell her that she mustn't!"
Cecilia's heart gave two thumps, the first with pleasure, the second with sympathy.
"It will be horrid for you," she said. "You hate doing anything of that sort."Hilary nodded.
"But I'm afraid it's the only way," went on Cecilia, rather hastily.
"And, of course, it will be no good saying anything to Father; one must simply let him suppose that she has got tired of it."Again Hilary nodded.
"He will think it very funny,", murmured Cecilia pensively. "Oh, and have you thought that taking her away from where she is will only make those people talk the more?"Hilary shrugged his shoulders.
"It may make that man furious," Cecilia added.
"It will."
"Oh, but then, of course, if you don't see her afterwards, they will have no--no excuse at all.""I shall not see her afterwards," said Hilary, "if I can avoid it."Cecilia looked at him.
"It's very sweet of you, Hilary."
"What is sweet?" asked Hilary stonily.
"Why, to take all this trouble. Is it really necessary for you to do anything?" But looking in his face, she went on hastily: "Yes, yes, it's best. Let's go at once. Oh, those people in the drawing-room!
Do wait ten minutes."
A little later, running up to put her hat on, she wondered why it was that Hilary always made her want to comfort him. Stephen never affected her like this.
Having little or no notion where to go, they walked in the direction of Bayswater. To place the Park between Hound Street and the little model was the first essential. On arriving at the other side of the Broad Walk, they made instinctively away from every sight of green.
In a long, grey street of dismally respectable appearance they found what they were looking for, a bed-sitting room furnished, advertised on a card in the window. The door was opened by the landlady, a tall woman of narrow build, with a West-Country accent, and a rather hungry sweetness running through her hardness. They stood talking with her in a passage, whose oilcloth of variegated pattern emitted a faint odour. The staircase could be seen climbing steeply up past walls covered with a shining paper cut by narrow red lines into small yellow squares. An almanack, of so floral a design that nobody would surely want to steal it, hung on the wall; below it was an umbrella stand without umbrellas. The dim little passage led past two grimly closed doors painted rusty red to two half-open doors with dull glass in their panels. Outside, in the street from which they had mounted by stone steps, a shower of sleet had begun to fall. Hilary shut the door, but the cold spirit of that shower had already slipped into the bleak, narrow house.
"This is the apartment, m'm," said the landlady, opening the first of the rusty-coloured doors. The room, which had a paper of blue roses on a yellow ground, was separated from another room by double doors.
"I let the rooms together sometimes, but just now that room's taken--a young gentleman in the City; that's why I'm able to let this cheap."Cecilia looked at Hilary. "I hardly think---"The landlady quickly turned the handles of the doors, showing that they would not open.
"I keep the key," she said. "There's a bolt on both sides."Reassured, Cecilia walked round the room as far as this was possible, for it was practically all furniture. There was the same little wrinkle across her nose as across Thyme's nose when she spoke of Hound Street. Suddenly she caught sight of Hilary. He was standing with his back against the door. On his face was a strange and bitter look, such as a man might have on seeing the face of Ugliness herself, feeling that she was not only without him, but within--a universal spirit; the look of a man who had thought that he was chivalrous, and found that he was not; of a leader about to give an order that he would not himself have executed.
Seeing that look, Cecilia said with some haste:
"It's all very nice and clean; it will do very well, I think. Seven shillings a week, I believe you said. We will take it for a fortnight, at all events."The first glimmer of a smile appeared on the landlady's grim face, with its hungry eyes, sweetened by patience.
"When would she be coming in?" she asked.
"When do you think, Hilary?"
"I don't know," muttered Hilary." The sooner the better--if it must be. To-morrow, or the day after."And with one look at the bed, covered by a piece of cheap red-and-yellow tasselled tapestry, he went out into the street. The shower was over, but the house faced north, and no sun was shining on it.
